When the Leaves Drop

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem deals with the influence of the changing season on human emotions.

Submitted: November 20, 2018

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Submitted: November 20, 2018

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When the Leaves Drop

The temperatures plummet
as the yellowed leaves gently
float towards a dark, mouldy
end between the tough blades of
grass that struggle between
some exposed, gnarled roots.
After the days of mellow sunshine,
balmy to the  stress of being,
both for plant and man,
the inescapable reality of
stark survival on all levels
is slowly creeping in again.
The trees are skeletonized
by the abrasive winds that
forecast still harsher times.

The melancholy of nature
stealthily spreads to yesterday’s
positive minds, and nibbles away
the inner strength against man’s own
feelings of decay.
The nearing holidays, with their
artificial gaiety, are used as
long remembered shields
against feelings of doom
that threaten to invade
the now vulnerable  defences.
Weak slogans get strewn around
to help the even weaker individual
cope: “Feast, buy, drink, enjoy.”
All battle cries to help man to
reach the time of balmier days
with newly budding trees
again.
 


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